Page 150 of Covenant

How did we almost lose this?

My hands ruck up the shirt he had nicely tucked into his slacks and my fingers skim across his warm skin. He shivers as he grabs on to my head and drags my mouth back to his. “Fuck me, Wy. Oh god. I need you. Fuck me.”

I need that too. I groan as my fingers drag down to his ass, gripping those firm globes roughly. God, I missed him, missed sliding inside of him—being one with him. Being so close, not knowing where he ends and I begin.

We need that connection. The physical reminder that we’re together.

That we’ve patched our broken pieces back into one.

“Please,” he begs again as I drag my finger down his crack, pressing it against his puckered rim.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I murmur.

Matthias whines. “You won’t. Oh fuck, you won’t.”

“Do you have lube?” I ask, and he shakes his head, looking lost and forlorn. He didn’t plan on this, didn’t even know I was coming here. Of course he wasn’t carrying any on him.

Just then, something skids across the ground near my feet and I glance down to see a plastic tube. My eyes travel down the alley to see Dalton shoot me a wink before striding off around the corner.

Oh, those bastards, I think, but then silently throw up a thank you to the heavens for providing.

Because right now, I’m going to push my cock inside Matthias’s hole right up against this wall, make him scream my name, and then drag him home and do it all over again.

“Look what I have here,” I say as I pick up and pocket the lube.

“Nosy bastards,” Matthias grunts and then adds, “I love them forever.”

I huff a small laugh, reaching between his legs and squeezing his hard cock over his slacks.

“Pants down,” I say, making his head fall back on a moan. I can’t help but lean forward and suck on his Adam’s apple, feeling it bob and move against my tongue.

When I finally move away from him, Matthias fumbles with his pants as he turns around. And a moment later, I’m swallowing roughly, his bare ass arched out toward me under the moonlight, his eyes meeting mine over his shoulder.

“Hurry, Wy. Hurry.”

But I can’t. I know we’re in public. I know we might be caught at any second.

It’s not enough to make me rush this. Not when I want to savor him.

“Spread your legs,” I rasp, nudging the inside of his foot with mine. “Nice and wide for me, baby.”

Matt complies quickly, his ass angling away from the wall.

I fall to my knees right there in the gravel. I can’t help myself. Using my hands, I part his cheeks until I see his pretty hole. “Perfect.”

I blow on it, grinning at the low, filthy moan it draws from Matt.

“Wy, what are you—oh!”

Matt’s ability to speak is ripped away with the first swipe of my tongue over his hole.

His musky taste is addictive—so much so that I do it again.

And again.

Soon my face is buried between his cheek as I devour him. My hands hold his hips in a punishing grip as I fuck him with my tongue.

I’m not sure what language Matt is speaking. It’s some combination of moans, curses, whimpers, and my name.

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